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One night he sent an e-mail with an attachment, the document he had sent Simon. I opened it avidly, and at first, yes, this was the voice that had possessed me for years, this was that world, here is a Brixton squat party, here he goes home with a girl and smokes heroin, here he takes a late-night …

He says: In Australia there’s this compulsory friendliness? You try to talk about metaphysics and people say Don’t be a downer. You try to talk about Dostoevsky and they say Look, the sun is shining. We can go to the beach. What’s the matter with you? They lie there sunbathing like these reptile cr…

He says: Think I may have lent this one to a friend. I was too tired and emotional to know what I was doing. I’m trying to channel Gogol through a similar haircut, woke up the next morning and it was Lermontov and not covered by the insurance and the nose was missing, AAAAAAARGH (drinks beer which …

So I must have sat inside. He said he would like to go outside. We sat at a table in the open air. There is a slab of slightly wavy chestnut brown hair falling from a side part to the jaw, and chestnut brown eyes, and a curling red mouth, it is my idea anyway of a 19th-century Russian. I imagine hi…

It goes on being very quiet. This is what the pieces of paper buy.

This was the thought: that it would not be necessary to make phone calls for a very long time.

I stacked up the notes again. There was bewilderment and joy. Dust floated in a beam of light. I had tried so many sentences on the…